I don't know what
he does to impress mehe puts his hands on meand it's always killing me
I don't know what he
tries to do with mehe sings a song to meand it's always killing me
I know i'm all wrong therefor nothing comparesmy precious libertyso please get away from me
Oh oh, we could meet in a parkthen we'll do any-anything you liketurn the black into an amazing whiteand then i'll tell you that i love you

I don't know how
he hypnothises mehe puts his hands on meand it's always killing me
I know i'm all wrong therefor nothing comparesmy precious libertyso please get away from me
Oh oh little man you look likeyou won't forget to meet me in the parkbut just in case you never come backi want to mention that i love you

It’s not those mics called the overheadsAnd it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my handsNo they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for youWill you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
We’ll have to gambleConceal our secretsWe’ll have to set asideOur rusty stringsLead and metals pointed upon usOur disclocated concertoShine and shine with our groovy frequenciesShall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?
You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tuneWouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?Untuned…